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C/w—
•Not explicit but nsfw🔞 content
• Age gap (6 yrs) [nothing like ENL tho]
• Dilf alert

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So.. they had sex.

Taehyung has been staring at the ceiling for minutes now. Back too stiff straight on the mattress for someone who just woke up, he inhales a deep breath, to perhaps gather any sort of limpidity on his thoughts and then finally... glances down.

At the head his naked chest pillows; the tufts of onyx black whither like stray feathers at his exhale. Jungkook sleeps soundly, heedless to the early morning tornado that Taehyung's brain is in.

He has an arm looped around Taehyung's torso. Every soft breath that leaves his soft lips causes a pudge in the squished cheeks. Taehyung's eyes chase a lone strand out of his sprawled mop of hair that flies astray before gently landing on top of the nose bridge.

On that, there is a subtle scrunch of his button nose, a little jiggle of the tip with pouting lips until Taehyung is compelled to brush the strand away with a finger. Meekly furrowed features immediately smoothen out, and like the pretty dew drop on the mint leaf, Jungkook was back to his serene self.

Now normally, Taehyung would coo at such antics; perhaps top that with a kiss or two. But today? Hell no. Today the site of Jungkook looking all innocent and dainty is actually sending him on an unmitigated panic.

He finds his thoughts immediately lurch him back to the first time he had seen Jungkook. The nervous T.A who was assigned to urge the parents one by one into the teacher's cabin during that one Parent's day a few months ago.

Short story shorter, Taehyung came home with that TA's number along with Hanuel's grade card that day.

From there on he lost track.

Lost track of how his tricycle of a life— balanced and prospected— suddenly catapulted into projected javalline across the field.

On his chest Jungkook lets out a sleepy rumble. Something akin to a groan and a whine, he twists his neck rubbing his cheek over Taehyung's peck before turning the side of his face. The other cheek now pressed slightly colder, Taehyung shudders when his lips rest right over his nipple.

Yeah, it's too early to be a horn-dog but Jungkook cuddles into him further and suddenly the spectacular backdrop that Taehyung gets a view of, pulls a feeble gasp out of him.
Jungkook's back, broad and magnificent, flexes the crude muscular cuts.

Razor sharp shoulder blades meeting in the middle causing a curvy crease in the back's centre that flows down like a river, ending into the daintiest two dimples on the small of it. Just beneath that, is his perfectly round bubble butt that Taehyung has spent months fantasising about.

Both of them had well known yesterday what would ensue after the date that Taehyung had prepared for. Had been a long time coming. The tension had built up into stacks and heaps by now and Hanuels week away at her grandparents' was just the green signal that they were looking for.

Or so Taehyung thought.

When he had opened the door for Jungkook yesterday, he had swooned. Two pretty hair clips resting atop the parted side of his soft curls, lips glittering with a starry pink gloss, a semi see-through white blouse and ripped jeans that had taken their job to hug each of his curves and bulges way too seriously.

Taehyung knew right away that he had to get his hands under each of that fabric, to wreck him, and yet had an attenuate remembrance of how lacy the boy is, how fragile looking, how petite, how pretty.

It's a thrill for Taehyung to think he has another person to take care of and much much much differently from how he does for Haneul.

Taehyung couldn't wait to explore that arena.

He cannot help a bitter chuckle escape him at his last night's thought. tAkE cArE oF hIm, pfft sure.

At this, Jungkook shifts on his chest again. He drowsily lifts his leg and climbs it across his upper thighs. Taehyung can see his plump bottom part and spread, appearing even more gloriously globus. And this is perhaps the weirdest time when Taehyung gets a flashback to their first kiss.

Jungkook had his cheeks warmer than they've ever been, nose a pretty shade of pink too in accord with the tip of his ears. It was two months ago when they had stood outside Jungkook's studio apartment after an ice-cream date.

Taehyung had insisted they'd drop him to his door, having figured out that is the least he could do after the boy had so amicably let Haneul tag along and then gobble down his dessert along with hers.

He hadn't expected his heart to feel this full at the sight of Jungkook wiping his daughters face after her messy sweet-annihilation; and the game was over for him when the boy bent down to place a goodbye kiss on his daughter's head.

It would expediently border as an inappropriate anecdote for anyone who hears that their first kiss was in front of his daughter but, oh well. He had barely planned on placing a feather-peck on lips when Jungkook had circled arms around his neck and the next thing they knew, they were making out fervently by the door.

It was only by the voice of- "Daddy are you trying to suck out the ice-cream you paid for?" that they remembered Hanuel's presence and the inapt situation. "Because he barely got any."

What is wrong with him and his berserk thoughts early in the morning? He groans again, and this time actually loud enough to stir Jungkook awake. His breath is barricaded in the middle of his throat while Jungkook shuffles around, ruffling sounds of the sheet mix the sensation of skin against skin before the boy is finally fluttering his eyes open.

He looks up at Taehyung's stoic face with half lidded eyes before he is pulling the sheet over both of their bodies, cheeks already blooming with a coral flora.

And yesterday evening Taehyung had envisioned this— Jungkook being all shy and demure the morning after.
But now, he is nothing but offended when the boy peers at him through sleep-stuck lashes and gives the littlest of smiles.

"Mornin' hyungie." he mutters with a smile tugging his pouty lips and now Taehyung doesn't want to fan the vexation bubbling up like soda in him while all he should be is a mush of awe.

It's the pouty tilt of the younger's head at the lack of reply that he is swirled back into the flashback of last night scene by scene.

After dinner was long done, when an exact same head tilt had him cooing. Jungkook grabbing the front of his shirt in an urgency and drawing him in for a kiss after he had merely spoken out the observation of- "No daughter of mine, no flatmate of yours today."

He doesn't remember how long they sat there on the couch making out, all he knew was that Jungkook just couldn't keep his hands off his hair. Tossing them, ruffling through, gripping and suddenly he harshly pulls them back, a yelp of arousal tumbling out of his teeth that grit at the unforeseen tug.

"Would hyung like to get on his knees for me?"
He hadn't expected Jungkook's honey voice to growl that into the eerily silent room. He hadn't expected himself to practically buckle down at that.

Jungkook had pulled his hair away from his face while Taehyung worked with his jeans and slid his own hair clips on his hair to keep them away. It wasn't the first for him to have his mouth stuffed but the first was when it was used. And first for him to discover his affinity for it.

"Would hyung be a good boy for me?" Taehyung had felt like he would pass out.

"Hyungie? Something wrong?" He is pulled out of his lumbering flash at Jungkook's worried eyes completely rid of sleep remnants set on him, while his hands tenderly caress his collarbone— the one that still has large teeth marks from this angel looking lynx.

He thinks how these big concerned doe eyes do not replicate the narrow sex-filled lasers that had gloated everytime Taehyung gagged on him. The gentle hands do not match the rough appendages that had pinned him to the rug. The soft lullaby voice does not stand accord with the warning that had asked him to get on his hands and knees.

Never in a single fantasy of his, had Taehyung imagined that Jungkook would want to top. Relentlessly dominating one at that. What the fuck?

It is irritating every nerve cell in his body how unprepared he came across something he had looked forward to for months. How he was nothing but a constant supply of whines and pleas while Jungkook had him all submitted at his mercy.

Jungkook sits half up, floating above him, waving a hand in front of his eyes. But Taehyung can only focus on how this does not match how he had hovered above him last night.

A vein prominent on his forehead with his goddamn heart shaped pendant, that he can never see in the same light ever again, dangling between them until Taehyung had taken it into his mouth while moaning for his life.

There's only one line that is looping in his ears like a broken gramophone record.

"I'll take care of you, hyung." Taehyung's toes had curled at that, he found his eyes glossier.

Because. Fuck.

Managerial of the family since his late teens, Taehyung has only found penchant in the give. Had ranged his explorations only in ways to bequeath the ones who lean on him— His mother, three younger siblings and now Haneul.

He doesn't have any recollection when he stood on the end of a receival. The shock of this offer coursed through his spine, every muscle electrocuted immeasurably enough to trigger him into an orgasm.

He had tears lining out of his eyes, drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Taehyung had never made such a mess, never been such a mess, never felt like such a mess.

All because of this boy who now dares to sit up with the babiest smiles on his face.

"Did you not want me to stay over?" Jungkook grazes his thumb over the prominence of his cheekbone. "You can tell me if it's that hyungie. We can work it out according to your comfort."

This. How did Taehyung not catch this? The giver that Jungkook was. He should've known.

"By the time I had finished cleaning us, you had already passed out and I... like cuddles so I—"

Aftercare has always been a quintessential aspect of love making for Taehyung. It, in addition to the feelings of course, is what separates a fling from a relationship.
That being said, it's him he thinks who is held at the bait of aftercare. Again, to give.

"Y-you.. took care of me?" First letters of the day get pushed out groggily in morning husk.

"That I did." Jungkook's nod is proud, like when Hanuel nails her rhymes, even baby'er, and Taehyung is left thinking if last night was just a transient fever dream.

"I want.."

"Come on-" Jungkook settles his chin over Taehyung's rib and smiles at him in a way that the older feels himself melting to goo. "You never have to hesitate. Tell me?"

"Again." Taehyung is left to gulp when there's a visible flip in the younger's eyes like a shapeshifter. "T-take care of me again."

Taehyung's eyes instantly lock into the heart pendant, the one that once again pendulums when Jungkook moves above him, staring right through him. "Would hyung be a good boy for me?"

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I don't think I've been off writing for so long in a while.

I have hectic schedule on me for days. Apologies for the delay on story updates, trust me i have not forgotten any of them.

Thank you for sparing your time, means the world to me.

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